Psalms 65
1 To the chief Musician. A Psalm of David: a Song. Praise waiteth for thee in silence, O God, in Zion; and unto thee shall the vow be performed.
Fún adarí orin. Saamu ti Dafidi. Orin. Ìyìn ń dúró dè ọ́, Ọlọ́run, ní Sioni; sí ọ ni a ó mú ẹ̀jẹ́ wa ṣẹ.
2 O thou that hearest prayer, unto thee shall all flesh come.
Ìwọ tí ó ń gbọ́ àdúrà, gbogbo ènìyàn yóò sì wá sọ́dọ̀ rẹ.
3 Iniquities have prevailed against me: our transgressions, thou wilt forgive them.
Ọ̀ràn àìṣedéédéé borí mi bí ó ṣe ti ìrékọjá wa ni! Ìwọ ni yóò wẹ̀ wọ́n nù kúrò.
4 Blessed is he whom thou choosest and causest to approach: he shall dwell in thy courts. We shall be satisfied with the goodness of thy house, of thy holy temple.
Ìbùkún ni fún àwọn tí o yàn tí o mú wa láti máa gbé àgọ́ rẹ! A tẹ́ wá lọ́rùn pẹ̀lú ohun rere inú ilé rẹ, ti tẹmpili mímọ́ rẹ.
5 By terrible things in righteousness wilt thou answer us, O God of our salvation, thou confidence of all the ends of the earth, and of the distant regions of the sea. ...
Ìwọ dá wa lóhùn pẹ̀lú ohun ìyanu ti òdodo, Ọlọ́run olùgbàlà wa, ẹni tí ṣe ìgbẹ́kẹ̀lé gbogbo òpin ayé àti àwọn tí ó jìnnà nínú òkun,
6 Who by his strength established the mountains, being girded with power;
ìwọ tí ó dá òkè nípa agbára rẹ, tí odi ara rẹ ní àmùrè agbára,
7 Who stilleth the raging of the seas, the raging of their waves, and the tumult of the peoples.
ẹni tí ó mú rírú omi òkun dákẹ́, ríru ariwo omi wọn, àti ìdágìrì àwọn ènìyàn.
8 And they that dwell in the uttermost parts are afraid at thy tokens; thou makest the outgoings of the morning and evening to rejoice.
Àwọn tí ó ń gbé òkèrè bẹ̀rù, nítorí àmì rẹ wọ̀n-ọn-nì; ìwọ mú ìjáde òwúrọ̀ àti ti àṣálẹ́ yọ̀, ìwọ pè fún orin ayọ̀.
9 Thou hast visited the earth, thou hast watered it; thou greatly enrichest it: the river of God is full of water; thou providest their corn, when thou hast so prepared it:
Ìwọ bẹ ayé wò, o sì bomirin; ìwọ mú un ọ̀rọ̀ púpọ̀. Odò Ọlọ́run kún fún omi láti pèsè ọkà fún àwọn ènìyàn, nítorí ibẹ̀ ni ìwọ ti yàn án.
10 Thou dost satiate its furrows, thou smoothest its clods, thou makest it soft with showers; thou blessest the springing thereof.
Ìwọ fi bomirin sí aporo rẹ̀ ìwọ tẹ́ ògúlùtu rẹ̀; ìwọ fi òjò mú ilẹ̀ rẹ̀ rọ̀, o sì bùkún ọ̀gbìn rẹ̀.
11 Thou crownest the year with thy goodness, and thy paths drop fatness:
Ìwọ fi oore rẹ dé ọdún ní adé, ọ̀rá ń kán ní ipa ọ̀nà rẹ.
12 They drop upon the pastures of the wilderness, and the hills are girded with gladness.
Pápá tútù ní aginjù ń kan àwọn òkè kéékèèké fi ayọ̀ di ara wọn ní àmùrè.
13 The meadows are clothed with flocks, and the valleys are covered over with corn; they shout for joy, yea, they sing.
Agbo ẹran ni a fi wọ pápá tútù náà ní aṣọ; àfonífojì ni a fi ọkà bò mọ́lẹ̀, wọ́n hó fún ayọ̀, wọ́n ń kọrin pẹ̀lú.
